Chapter 9 by Zeebop

What is Lois Lane's next question?

Before She Can Ask, Mac and Jorge Make Their Move

It was Mac that made the first move, the Black man's hand sliding up the reporter's thigh to cup her crotch.

"Hey," he said, voice low and deep. "We've answered your questions. Why don't you order us to do something else?"

Jorge had shifted in his seat, one hand sliding up under Lois Lane's shirt.

"Yeah," Jorge said, the smell of beer on his breath. "Two guys alone in a room with a woman...willing to do whatever she wants...don't tell me an intelligent person like you can't see the possibilities..."

Lois squirmed, suddenly hot...these guys were crowding in on her, obviously buzzed, horny...and suddenly the reporter's suspicions were aroused. More even than the rest of her. With a surprising display of strength, she pressed her hands against their chests and pushed both men away.

The two men paused, eyes flicking back and forth between Lois and each other, trying to communicate without saying a word...but the reporter had already come to her own conclusions. Her violet eyes narrowed.

"Is this what you did to them?" she asked. "Did you get those women drunk and paw them up? What did you do to them? Tell me!"